The hero lay on the bed, eyes closed, preparing to welcome the arrival of tomorrow.
Although it was the imperial palace, compared to the small villa of the cathedral, the living environment here could hardly be considered comfortable.
However, in the theater of dreams, sleep was merely a formality, a behavior to switch between day and night, so the hero wasn't overly concerned with the hardness or softness of the bed.
But today, after closing her eyes, a genuine weariness surged into her mind, causing her consciousness to gradually blur.
In dreams... can one dream?
The hero thought in a daze before gradually sinking into slumber.
Then, a sweet and delicate low laugh silently approached her ear, carrying an innocence untouched by the world, coupled with the lingering taste of experience.
[The Hero encounters Alice]
[Alice R7 Sweet Maiden's Dream]
